Come Live with Me

Barton Kendrick:
Well what are we going to do?

Johnny Jones:
We are going to take what's left to us. Why we haven't even a minute to waste on being sad. Come on. Let's hurry.

Barton Kendrick:
Well where should we go?

Johnny Jones:
Oh I don't care. Just so there are people and music and we can be gay.

Bill Smith:
Grandma always puts me in my place.

Grandma:
Sit down, Miss Jones. There where I can see you.

Johnny Jones:
Thank you.

Grandma:
Pretty, aren't you?

Johnny Jones:
[embarrassed] oh!

Grandma:
Never mind me. When you get old, time is too precious to waste. If people are pretty, you tell them so. And you're pretty.

Grandma:
You know about Satan and idle hands, don't you?

Johnny Jones:
Oh yes! I've heard about them. Both!

Grandma:
After all, time does heal all wounds.

Johnny Jones:
Does it?

Grandma:
No arguing about it. There's no arguing with any of the old sayings because that's why they are old 'cause they tell the truth, and the truth lasts.

Grandma:
Part of living is meeting tragedy and rising above it. A woman doesn't amount to anything unless she can do it. It takes a long while to learn that that's true.

Johnny Jones:
Thank you for telling me.

Bill Smith:
I've had a poem running through my mind for a long time now. It's one that Christopher Marlowe wrote. It's... uh... well, listen. [begins] Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove that hills and valleys, dales and fields, woods or craggy mountains yeild. And I will make ye beds of roses and a thousand fragrant posies... [pauses] and... and... something, something, something, something... [remembering] And if these pleasures do ye move, come live with me and be my love.

Johnny Jones:
You see, I have to have a husband, and you said you weren't married. So...?

Bill Smith:
Well, Miss Jones, a wife is just what I don't need.

Johnny Jones:
But you do need money. I thought we could trade. I'll have a husband, and you'll have money.